Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Creative Spot by Zita Perera Subasinghe
Move House. What is it about?
From the day we are born
We have to change our abode
From the placenta we are torn
Then in a cot we are ‘stored’
First, in a pram we are pushed
By night we move to a bed
Then suddenly, we may be rushed
To a little cot instead
Then with family in a little hut
It’s the best we can afford
Then, to school few hours but
It’s also a temporary abode
To uni we go, in our late teens
So to the hostel we must move
That’s provided one has the means
To get into this new groove
The very first home of our own
Is hardly more than a shed
That’s only till the kids have grown
We’ll soon need to think ahead
Now a ‘two- up, two- down’ semi
Will just do, for a few years
Till our boy, good old ‘Sammy’
Finally leaves home in tears
Yes he’s moved to live with wife
And now there are more to feed
Another move? Sure! That’s life
They do need three rooms indeed!
From our old home, we must move
As children now have flown the nest
We have nothing more to prove
Just our weary bones to rest
The final move, it could be rough
Pearly Gates are not for all
Of Brownie points, have I enough?
That’s surely my downfall!
By Zita Perera Subasinghe
Note: Why this poem? A friend was moving house recently and his tone and manner made me realise what a stress it was for their family. It made me think ‘yes we do this all the time in our lives and we take for granted that’s how it should be. Can we have any constancy amidst all this?’ I suppose the ‘inner you’ remains the same in relation to the universe as we are a just a spec in it. This thought could make it all bearable.